This has been the strangest day, and it's only 1 pm.
We had a small tornado touch down here yesterday. There wasn't much damage, none to my place. We've also had frequent flyovers by the Blue Angels, who have a show here tomorrow. Apparently, this is a large show with dozens of small planes, helicopters, and at least one military cargo jet. Did you know that a fighter jet can set off every car alarm for miles, drive dogs insane, and stop novel writing in its tracks? Or a biplane doing loop-de-loops over your house sounds just as annoying as you think it would? Did you know that the silence of a stalled airplane engine (over your house) is just as exciting as you think it is? Not in a good way.
This morning at around 5 am, I woke up feeling something wasn't right. I heard a rustling noise from another room. At first, I thought it was Django going in and out of the cat door, but it kept up. We're having a spate of bad weather this week, so I left the door open incase a storm came up at night and he needed shelter.
The noise was soft, subtle, and rapid - tuttuttut tuttuttut, I got up to look and found Django on the kitchen counter, trying to eat the new bag of cat food from the outside. SO annoying - he just likes to eat. He'd been fed and still had food in his bowl, but since this food WASN'T in his bowl, it must be extra better, right? Of course. I shooed him outside and shut the cat door.
Seconds later, Django's calico girlfriend darted out of the spare bedroom. She made a break for the door, which was now closed. She panicked and ran for my bedroom, found the door closed, ran for the bathroom, found that door closed, and squared off with me. Grrrreat - a panicked, unvaccinated, feral cat vs. a sleepy, uncaffinated, not-dealing-with-this-shit today me. I slowly opened the kitchen door and backed away. Seh ran into a different part of the house. Then I re-opened the cat door. Django immediately jumped in. I decided he might calm her down and/or lead her out. I went back to bed and dreamed quietly.
tuttuttut tuttuttut. Again. Neither Django nor his gf were eating the cat food. The noise was coming from the living room. I went inside and saw movement, flapping - a bird. Some sort of swallow had gotten into my house, perhaps through the chimney. I opened the front door, stood on the porch, and a minute later watched the bird fly away. Then I realized that I was still in my underwear. So if you drove by and got a show this morning, you owe me a dollar.
Sleep-deprived, dream-interrupted, surrounded by daredevil pilots and frantic animals in the path a twister. When I'm old, I will tell my grandkids that every day was like this.